Lauren had entered the chapel intending to take my wedding away from me.
Instead, she gave my children a reason to show me—openly and in front of everyone—how far they were willing to go to defend the life and happiness I had spent decades building.
That was not something Lauren could have predicted.
It was simply the truth arriving late, but arriving all the same.
That night, I remembered how it felt to be protected.
And for the first time in longer than I could remember, I allowed myself to be completely happy.
I was no longer waiting for something else to go wrong.
